Two weeks, just two weeks and Ill be in the MTC!
2 more days of horror at work!
Life is getting exciting...funny.
funny because I have no problem with loosing anything,
even my two serenading guitars.
This is the same month that I started my papers last year.
The same month when my family and I moved out.
The same month brought my 1st true girlfriend.
My last fall semester...yep its been a year since R.C.C., no regrets haha the school is a trap
My last fall semester...yep its been a year since R.C.C., no regrets haha the school is a trap
November was my time to make decisions.
Last week I was at a Ska show, A mission was on my mind, every day. It was a big choice, a choice if chosen would lead to progress in myself and in my Heavenly Fathers Eternal plan. To let an opportunity pass would result in the down fall of both. Ive known for a long time that a Mission would be the best two years of a young mans life. As a reluctant teenager I knew it. I'm grateful for my leaders who put up with me. For every Sunday that I took the gospel lightly and for every ridiculous assumption that caused myself to stumble over the simplest principles of the gospel. I'm thankful for a Mom who took me to church and let me decide if I wanted to wake up at 8am and go to church for 3 hours! A mom who woke up early to make breakfast for both her sons and still make it to Seminary 6:15am.
Not long ago I remember being confused about serving a mission. I was a young teenager, probably a teacher at the time. Each week my mom would take my brother and I to mutual. After a while I started becoming bored with it and I thought it was a waist of time(what was I thinking). So for many Tuesday's I sat in the car with my mom in our usual parking spot, waiting for it to end. Many nights I argued with my mom, saying," why must I..." or "why do I have to serve a mission?". On one of these nights one of my leaders must have heard me arguing with my mother, she, doing her best to guide her son in what she knew would be best for him. Yet this man who I had known my whole life came to our car. His name is Randy Nelson. Even now as I think of what words to say, I remember the feeling of being angry and confused. As I listened my anger turned to peace and my confusion turned to understanding. He told me how he was in the same situation as me. His father wasn't a member, never gave him support about church, and how he had to know for himself if this gospel was really true. He reflected on his mission, saying that he would never replace his mission with anything else. The choice to serve a mission changed his life forever, he honestly wouldn't know where he would be without it. He knew that he would never have his family if it were not for this choice to prepare and honorably serve a mission. But it was clear that I had to go and establish my faith to understand what I should do.
Since that night I have come to know many other men in my ward who were also born into part member families. God is mindful of all his children. He entices us with great choices linked with blessings. His hope is that through our choices we might remember what it was once like to have lived in his presence. He loves us, so much that he has placed his elect disciples in our path to personally help us.How grateful I am to have been blessed with words of council and direction given by God and his loving servants.
Not long ago I remember being confused about serving a mission. I was a young teenager, probably a teacher at the time. Each week my mom would take my brother and I to mutual. After a while I started becoming bored with it and I thought it was a waist of time(what was I thinking). So for many Tuesday's I sat in the car with my mom in our usual parking spot, waiting for it to end. Many nights I argued with my mom, saying," why must I..." or "why do I have to serve a mission?". On one of these nights one of my leaders must have heard me arguing with my mother, she, doing her best to guide her son in what she knew would be best for him. Yet this man who I had known my whole life came to our car. His name is Randy Nelson. Even now as I think of what words to say, I remember the feeling of being angry and confused. As I listened my anger turned to peace and my confusion turned to understanding. He told me how he was in the same situation as me. His father wasn't a member, never gave him support about church, and how he had to know for himself if this gospel was really true. He reflected on his mission, saying that he would never replace his mission with anything else. The choice to serve a mission changed his life forever, he honestly wouldn't know where he would be without it. He knew that he would never have his family if it were not for this choice to prepare and honorably serve a mission. But it was clear that I had to go and establish my faith to understand what I should do.
Since that night I have come to know many other men in my ward who were also born into part member families. God is mindful of all his children. He entices us with great choices linked with blessings. His hope is that through our choices we might remember what it was once like to have lived in his presence. He loves us, so much that he has placed his elect disciples in our path to personally help us.How grateful I am to have been blessed with words of council and direction given by God and his loving servants.
which I didn't enjoy... and in a few months Ill be listening to this!
Mariachi bands!!!
Those will be some fun times! I'm learning more about my mission the closer my report date comes. Some say the food is excellent, some say its a beautiful city, some say that Puebla is a Dangerous place. But where in the world are you free from danger? I die almost every day on the freeway, could it get any worse?They suppose that it could. But I think God trusts me, so much that he has sent me thousands of miles outside the border of my own country. This gives me confidence that I will be safe. Missionaries are seen as two but they walk and talk as three. Christ will be with me and my companion. Our words will be weak and distorted, yet Christ will make them strong according to our faith.
